Written by - Mike Pickering, Paul Heard, Heather Small



Hard to imagine the blood that's runnin' through my veins

nothin' but trouble, inside of me liberty in chains.

Born to a Nation, the children and their innocence

an idiot wind blows through this land

Dear Lord give me strength.



Breakin' out of the skin

need some rhythm and blues.

Coming deep from within

it's those rhythm and blues.



Down in the ghetto, marking time with self-belief

babylon voices, square-eyed dreams of dignity.

Feeling the pressure, searching for another place

lift up our voices, use our minds

we will be released.



Breakin' out of the skin

need some rhythm and blues.

Coming deep from within

it's those rhythm and blues.



The sun shine in our eyes

my skin in a different disguise.